King of Gods

The team of four emperors stood on the steel steps and looked at the intricate maze in front of them.

This labyrinth consists of black steel and floats among the four emperors, like a chessboard.

But in fact, this labyrinth is another border.

“First, each team of the princes randomly selects several people to enter the maze according to the total number of people.”

The voice of the illusory old man suddenly sounded.

Snoring

Suddenly, the four emperors were on the steps, sketching an ancient and complicated array of methods, a strange space energy fluctuations, locking several of them.

On the steps of the Nine Emperors, Ying Lao, Su Qingling, Jing Kai and Zhao Feng, the whole body flashed silver dotted lines, staggered and flashing.

咻咻咻

The four disappeared directly on the steps of the Nine Emperors.

At the same time, Jiu Huangzi, Zhou Suer and others saw that the four people who disappeared in their ranks appeared in different places in the maze.

"Curious means"

Zhou Suer could not help but marvel.

Similarly, a certain number of members of the remaining prince team are transmitted to all corners of the maze.

"They are the pieces of the emperor, and only the emperors can pass the prince's guise, communicate with the members of the mobile maze, and direct them to act.

Unreal old man illustrates the rules of the game.

"In the labyrinth, if there are two people meeting, a scene showdown will be held. The winner will receive the loser Longyu, and Zhongyicheng will be the luck of the dragon."

In other words, the battle is random, as long as the two meet in the maze, a special matchup will be held.

Under the maze, the illusory old man smiled and said: "Next, please the emperor, the luck of the dragon, and the hands of the members in the maze."

"interesting"

Zhao Feng stood in the maze and looked around.

Here, the five senses and the spiritual consciousness are all limited by death, and even the things on the other side of the black steel wall cannot be perceived.

Above the maze, it is also a black steel wall.

But the princes can observe the situation inside the maze from the outside.

In the eyes of the outside world, the maze is just a chessboard with a length and a width of about a hundred feet. The people inside are small pieces.

The emperors, with the attitude of God, can overlook the whole situation and direct the actions of the people.

嗡嗡

Zhao Feng’s body care dragon, the more invented, the luck of the dragon, slowly enriched.

"Everyone, our situation is good, at least Zhou Suer did not enter the maze."

The voice of the Nine Emperor, through the protection of the dragon, sounded in the minds of everyone.

"So, the other prince's team, have doctors entered here?"

Zhao Feng immediately asked.

"It is indeed like this," said the Nine Emperor.

Among the Jiuhuangzi team, only four people entered the maze, namely Ying Lao, Zhao Feng, Su Qingling, Jing Kai.

Shi Yulei, who has a strong strength, did not enter it, but Zhou Suer, who had a very poor fighting ability, was not selected.

This situation is indeed good.

In the team of the Eight Emperors, the doctors who are not good at fighting entered the maze and wanted to leave unless they lost 10% of the luck of the Dragon.

Sure enough, luck, part of the third step, is also a part of success.

"What should I do next?"

The cold words of Su Qingling sounded.

Her strength is not very strong, and her heart is somewhat fearful.

"If it is around you, there are dangerous enemies, I will give you tips."

The sound of the nine emperors sounded.

"not that simple"

Zhao Feng looked calm.

The four emperors can see the whole labyrinth. The people in the maze are not hiding to hide.

This game is a test of the Prince's mind and judgment.

If the Nine Emperors are properly commanded, they can let Su Qingling avoid fighting, let Zhao Feng and Ying Lao, and fight against the poorer people.

"Zhao Feng, the Dark Lord is moving to you, it should be that the thirteen princes are giving directions to the Dark Lord."

The voice of the Nine Emperor sounded in Zhao Feng’s mind.

"Eagle, you have a poorer quasi-saint in front of you. You should go left and then choose the right one..."

"Su Qingling, you walk to the right, where there are fewer people, you try to avoid fighting."

On the steel steps.

The four emperors were engrossed, looking at the labyrinth below, hands on the princes' pseudo-prints, communicating with the members of the maze, directing them to action, and plundering the carry-on of other members.

"So, the game starts"

The voice of the illusory old man rang in everyone's ears.

Rumble

Suddenly, the steel walls around the labyrinth suddenly moved.

Some walls, sinking into the ground, in some places, suddenly a wall emerges.

"The maze of movement has, to a certain extent, increased the difficulty of the command of the emperor."

Zhao Feng is faint.

Because the terrain is constantly changing, the princes need to keep an eye on the situation of each member and indicate the route.

And the changing terrain can also avoid some members, remembering the structure of the entire labyrinth.

"The perspective of the spiritual eye is useless."

Zhao Feng’s left-handed gaze at the wall, but he could not see it through.

"Zhao Feng, the Dark Lord is coming from your left side"

The Nine Emperor suddenly said.

Obviously, the Nine Emperors just pointed out the route to others and forgot the situation of Zhao Feng.

"Nine emperors, me and Jing Kai, you don't have to worry about it, concentrate on commanding Ying Lao and Su Qingling."

Zhao Feng gave a voice to the nine emperors.

Suddenly, a horrible and sinister magical pressure came from the sidewalk.

Huh

"Zhao Feng, your death is here."

The Dark Lord is smiling and close to Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng looks at himself and looks at the Dark Lord, while observing the surroundings.

嗡嗡

When the two people were separated by three feet, the surrounding scene suddenly disappeared and disappeared.

call

Zhao Feng and the Dark Lord, appear in the other world.

“When the two meet, there will be a scene showdown,”

Zhao Feng whispers the rules of the game that the illusory old man said.

This is a plain, with many strange trees up to a thousand feet on the plain.

Black ink Lord and Zhao Feng, both appear in this scene.

"Uncle, uncle, my kite is hanging on the tree. Can you take it for me?"

Next to Zhao Feng and the Dark Lord, a young child, jumping and jumping.

"Get out of the way, little boy"

The Dark Lord is angry and his sleeves are waving.

An infinitely powerful black magic, twisted into a black dragon, swallowed, and rushed to the child.

嗡嗡

Suddenly, an invisible energy barrier appeared around the child.

The attack of the Dark Lord is directly bounced back and hits the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord was shocked and suddenly took a shot and offset the attack.

"The Dark Lord, you and Zhao Feng, now in a scene game, you can't hurt the little boy, but you have to do what he said."

The voice of the thirteen emperor immediately sounded in the mind of the Dark Lord.

"Damn, this little boy"

The Dark Lord is glaring, but there is nothing to help.

He originally thought that after meeting Zhao Feng, he could fight with it.

Unexpectedly, it is to enter this inexplicable scene of the opera, in which you have to play according to the regulations.

"Zhao Feng?"

The Dark Lord has suddenly discovered that Zhao Feng has already flown to one of the trees, and on the treetop, there is a red kite.

call

The Dark Lord of the Holy Spirit suddenly rose up and chased Zhao Feng.

"Well? Strong gravity suppression"

Zhao Feng's whole body feels an invisible gravity, suppressing him, and the more he flies upwards, the stronger the gravity.

And this tree is a thousand feet tall.

Zhao Feng is speechless. Can this kid child fly a kite so high?

It seems that this scene should be illusory, and the content inside is set by the Tianji family and cannot be measured by common sense.

boom

Zhao Feng runs the holy body, and the whole body emits golden light.

Under the influence of Shenglei body, Zhao Feng's ability to withstand pressure has greatly improved, and at the same time, the speed has also increased.

call out

Zhao Feng rushed out a few hundred feet

"There is still gravity suppression"

The Dark Lord is gloomy, but with the Eucharist, he is more resistant.

"Black konjac"

The Dark Lord's body is full of black flames, and a powerful black flame airflow surrounds his legs.

call

A black flame flow broke out from under his feet, and the Dark Lord slid as if he was sliding in the air and rushed straight up.

"Humph"

Zhao Feng does not say anything, directly activates the perfect blood and blood.

boom

In a burst of red bursts, Zhao Feng's speed surged to a limit, straight into the treetops.

Because Zhao Feng is a step ahead of the Dark Lord.

Zhao Feng successfully got the red kite.

"Zhao Feng, kite is mine"

The Dark Lord screamed and rushed straight up.

"Bloody Shock"

Zhao Feng's body bloodsucking yang, burning and boiling, a burst of flames bursting sound.

Behind it, a ray of red blood and yang is gradually emerging, and the inner swirl texture is twisted and rotated.

Snoring

‘Bloodmy’s impact, under the state, Zhao Feng’s red blood wing dragged a **** grain, and the bright red blood and yang shadow behind it suddenly burst into a golden glow, just like Taigu Jinwu, swooping down.

Boom

The gravity hindrance at the time of ascent has now become the help of Zhao Feng, driving his speed and explosion to an unprecedented height.

"not good"

The dark demon of the Dark Lord changed his face, and the horrible power of Zhao Feng’s subduction was so far away that he was shocked.

The Dark Lord is not a strong body, and naturally will not touch Zhao Feng.

He immediately removed his body and avoided Zhao Feng’s attack.

"Oh, goodbye"

Zhao Feng did not take care of the Dark Lord, and by swooping, he quickly slammed into the ground at a very fast speed.

call

Zhao Feng glided, rushed to the little boy and handed him the kite.

"Thank you, uncle, I have sugar, give sugar uncle to eat."

The little boy happily took the kite and extended a small white fat hand. On it, lying quietly a second time

Zhao Feng’s eyes were slightly stunned and he quickly took the second god.

"Damn, Zhao Feng"

The Dark Lord of the Holy Spirit came at this time and prepared to shoot Zhao Feng.

Suddenly, a mechanical sound sounded, "victor, Zhao Feng"

Subsequently, in the dragon guardian body of the Dark Lord, one percent of the ‘Long Yun’s qi, flowing out, poured into Zhao Feng’s dragon guard.

Snoring

The surrounding scenes disappeared in a twisting change.

Zhao Feng, once again returned to the maze, but the position, unlike when it disappeared, seems to be randomly appearing somewhere in the maze.

"It turned out to be like this"

After experiencing it once, Zhao Feng almost understood the rules of the game.